Chapter 19 You’ve Asked the Right Person

Chapter 19 You’ve Asked the Right Person

"Although I don't know who the friend you are talking about is, you can leave his phone number and address. I will stay at his house for a few days someday and collect some tuition fees."

Gui Wangda was shameless and pointed at the secret books and said: "Pretty boy, do you still want these secret books?"

"Yes, but not now."

Liao Wenjie was convinced that the secret books were all fake, and it was normal to think about it. A good person like He Jinyin was deceived by Ghost King Da and lost all his money. There was no reason for him to give special treatment.

Even if he is handsome!

"Why, you didn't bring enough money, so why don't you come back tomorrow?"

"No, before I buy it, let me tell you a story. In 1974, a certain martial arts prodigy won the championship in his first free fighting game in Southeast Asia; in 1980..."

I originally wanted to use Huang Sir's name to play the acquaintance card, but I never thought that Huang Sir had no cards at all, and Gui Wangda had already forgotten all about him.

Obviously when listening to Huang Sir's story, the two of them were about to burn yellow paper and worship each other as brothers.

Liao Wenjie could only put it aside and talk about Gui Wangda's glorious past: "He defeated all the karate masters in Neon for three consecutive years and won the Neon Free Fighting Championship. He was known as the karate nemesis and was nicknamed 'Devil Muscular Man'. Until one day, he fought against a master of Karate Duan Shui Shui..."

"Okay, that's it!"

After being poked at the painful spot, Ghost King Dasan lost his philistine expression, and his whole face suddenly changed: "Since you know everything, you should also be able to see that I am a dead cripple now..."

"To add, he is a cripple who makes a living by cheating."

"..."x2

"That's right, I've let myself down, and I'm unable to recover. Are you satisfied?"

Ghost King Da smashed the jar, his sadness dissipated, and sat down on the chair: "The devil's muscular man is a thing of the past. I have nothing now. You have found the wrong person to come to me."

"Just because of a broken leg?"

Liao Wenjie glanced at Gui Wangda's right leg. He was badly injured and needed a booster to move around.

"Why, you look down on broken legs. Try breaking one off."

Ghost King Da sneered, too lazy to explain to the ignorant Liao Wenjie.

"What if I could heal this broken leg?"

Since ancient times, medicine has been divided into different schools. There are many miraculous medicines in the system mall, as well as cheaper prescriptions, which can cure Ghost King Da's broken leg.

The only pity is that Liao Wenjie is short of money and cannot afford these.

However, just because you can’t afford it now doesn’t mean you won’t be able to afford it later.

After throwing down the bait, Liao Wenjie stared at Gui Wangda, trying to find a breakthrough point through his expression. To his disappointment, Gui Wangda still had a look of disdain on his face.

"Young people are short-sighted and think they can see the whole world just before their eyes! Your plan is too small. If you want to cure my leg...who are you looking down on?"

Ghost King Da sneered: "Don't even think about it. Back then, I won glory for the country, and I suppressed Neon Karate with punches and kicks. I dare not say that I have made friends with heroes all over the world, but I also know many capable people. They are all If it can’t be cured, why do you rely on your good looks?”

Liao Wenjie was silent after hearing this, only focusing on the plot in his mind and ignoring the chaotic background of the current world.

Indeed, Gui Wangda suppressed Neon Karate for three consecutive years and promoted the prestige of Chinese martial arts, which greatly improved the nation's self-confidence and sense of honor. It is not an exaggeration to say that this kind of person is a national hero.

If he broke a leg, many people would definitely come forward to help him.

Liao Wenjie would never believe it if there were no strange people or strangers here.

But unfortunately, Ghost King Da is still disabled until now.

"That arena match...is there any hidden secret in it?" Liao Wenjie asked with a frown.

"That arena match was normal. I was convinced that I lost. It was me who underestimated the enemy and I can't blame others. As for this leg..."

Ghost King Da patted his broken leg and said proudly: "At that time, I was young and vigorous, and I was ruthless in my attacks. There were many opponents whose legs were broken by me. Having my legs broken can be said to be retribution, or it can be said that I brought it on myself. .”

"Then why can't your leg be healed?"

"Hey, it's none of your business. Could it be that if I tell you, you can do something about it?"

Ghost King Da grinned: "Young man, you are capable of accomplishing great things. You don't even know what the world is like, so why are you looking for trouble?"

“What is the world really like?”

Liao Wenjie was not angry at being ridiculed by Gui Wangda, because Gui Wangda was right. His knowledge of the world was all based on guesswork, which was also called brainstorming and was rarely confirmed.

"If you have the ability, you will naturally know. If you don't have the ability..."

Ghost King Da didn't say the next words, but the meaning was already there.

Sometimes, ignorance is also a kind of happiness.

Seeing that Gui Wangda couldn't get in, Liao Wenjie simply stopped asking any more questions and decided to come here more often in the future. This clue was very important and he would never give up until he got through it.

"Pretty boy, do you want to buy these secret books?"

Seeing that Liao Wenjie was silent, Ghost King Da chuckled: "I think you are a good candidate for learning martial arts. Except that you are too old to achieve great results in practice, you are remarkable in everything else. Especially your appearance, which is as handsome as I was back then."

Liao Wenjie: "..."

"I'll sell you this Iron Sand Palm for five hundred yuan, so that you won't go all the way in vain, and spread the word that I'm hiding it when you go out, and don't take care of the children's desire to learn."

As Ghost King Da spoke, he opened the signboard of ancient Chinese boxing, took out a brand new booklet, and threw it on the table.

Suddenly, the corners of his eyes twitched, and when he saw that the table had not fallen, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Liao Wenjie opened it and took out five hundred yuan decisively. It was the real book. The formulas on it were the same as those mentioned by Sir Huang, and the secret book was more comprehensive.

"Just this one, nothing else?"

Liao Wenjie raised his eyebrows. As long as the goods were genuine, he would charge whatever the Ghost King took today.

"You are so ambitious and greedy. Do you think you are a unique martial arts wizard?"

Ghost King Da waved his hand: "Don't be dissatisfied. Considering your age, this Iron Sand Palm is enough for you to practice for thirty years. If you want other martial arts secrets, you can come to me after learning Iron Sand Palm!"

Iron Sand Palm is a hard qigong. This martial art does not necessarily require talent, but it most tests patience and hard work.

In Gui Wangda's opinion, Liao Wenjie, with his delicate skin and tender flesh, would definitely not be able to bear this kind of hardship, and he should give up after only a few days.

Being looked down upon, Liao Wenjie just curled his lips and received a secret book for five hundred dollars. Feeling that his trip was worthwhile, he bowed to the Ghost King and walked out of the grocery store warehouse.

Ten seconds later, he suddenly turned back. Ghost Wangda, who was practicing the Jade Girl's Heart Sutra, was startled and hurriedly hid the auxiliary teaching materials behind his back.

"Hey, why didn't you knock on the door? Do you know that I'm practicing martial arts? How dangerous would it be to be scared by you like this? If I hadn't been protected by divine martial arts, I would have died suddenly on the spot just because my blood flow was reversed in my heart."

This sentence was too shameless. Liao Wenjie didn't want to accept it. He took a deep breath and said: "Devil Muscular Man, I want to know how powerful the iron sand palm can be when it is trained to the highest level?"

"You have asked the right person, I will demonstrate it to you so that you can see clearly."

The opportunity to show off came to his door, and he couldn't let it go no matter what he said. Ghost King Da's eyes lit up, he threw away the auxiliary teaching materials, and stood up with a groan.

I saw that he was using his heart to move Qi and Qi to move his body. His eyes were hidden, and he slapped the table with a powerful and heavy palm.

Bang!

"Hey"